Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Haiti and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Letta Mbulu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.